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You took my hand into your small Gentle fingers, yet to be tainted by years Guiding me with rainbows and tireless curiosity in your eyes Flowers bloomed beneath your feet And as I followed you, I trampled them My heart warmed at your sight Weaving a young and delicate desire into me And I couldn’t let go of your hand When you turned your back An obsession grew, violently Your kind don’t last in my world And I’m happy to devour the innocence I will crush you with wounded hands that you bandaged I’ll smile like how you taught me to I’m simply overfilled with joy As you smell the scent of the lilies you had given me Your innocence turns to death
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC
the innocent feed my desires
You took my hand into your small Gentle fingers, yet to be tainted by years Guiding me with rainbows and tireless curiosity in your eyes Flowers bloomed beneath your feet And as I followed you, I trampled them My heart warmed at your sight Weaving a young and delicate desire into me And I couldn’t let go of your hand When you turned your back An obsession grew, violently Your kind don’t last in my world And I’m happy to devour the innocence I will crush you with wounded hands that you bandaged I’ll smile like how you taught me to I’m simply overfilled with joy As you smell the scent of the lilies you had given me Your innocence turns to death
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Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 7:48 PM UTC
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